the awning groves above, pre-disposed, yawning-
upstream, margaret steps into sea stained skin and
beckons me forth-
a crescendoing spring of ephemeral bliss-
these things,
like most,
i miss.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn


so very much you, matty. internal rhymes, lovely flow, light on the tongue, quiet resolution. mmm. happy to read you again. we have a lot of catching up to do.
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Like said, internal rhymes are great, but is crescendoing a word?

hah. no idea. maybe, maybe not.

thanks everyone.

hey saadia, we can talk soon. i've been working 40 hours plus homework so i've had no time for catching uppppp